To Escape an Arranged Marriage, I Became the Heir’s Fake Girlfriend - Episode 34

The streetlight above cast a warm yellow glow, making the man’s features appear even more handsome. His sharp facial lines softened, and so did the expression in his eyes.

Qi Jinyou was dazed for a few seconds.

The passenger door was already open. She walked around the car and got in.

The engine roared to life, and the Bugatti drove onto the main road.

Qi Jinyou was the first to speak. “Brother Song Chu, how did you know I was here?”

“I overheard you on the phone in the car last night.”

Song Chu’s tone was completely natural, without a hint of embarrassment. Qi Jinyou frowned and glanced at him.

Only now did she realize how thick-skinned he was.

She continued, “Why were you looking for me?”

Without looking at her, he simply said, “You’ll know soon enough.”

Qi Jinyou changed the topic. “My friend Le Yi passed the interview at your company. She’ll be starting work soon.”

Since he had asked for Le Yi’s resume before, she thought it was only right to inform him.

Song Chu responded with a simple “Mm.”

As the car left the villa district and merged onto the main road, he finally asked, “Did your aunt give you a hard time today?”

Qi Jinyou hadn’t expected him to ask that.

After all, in the upper circles of Haishi, it was well known that her aunt treated her as her own daughter. If she ever voiced even the slightest complaint or resistance, she would be labeled ungrateful.

Over the years, she had learned to avoid conflict and, even more so, to stay silent.

Today’s conversation with her aunt had been the harshest she had ever spoken to her since coming to the Shen family.

Her aunt had mentioned her late mother.

Qi Jinyou’s voice was calm. “No.”

The Bugatti came to a stop at a red light.

Song Chu turned his head slightly. “No?”

Qi Jinyou kept her gaze forward. “No.”

In reality, her aunt had called her over today to warn her to stay away from Song Chu.

And yet, here she was, sitting in his car.

She remained silent. When the light turned green, Song Chu spoke. “If the Shen family causes you trouble, just blame it on me.”

As he finished speaking, the car sped off. Qi Jinyou’s response was drowned out by the engine’s roar.

Her aunt’s words echoed in her mind.

By the time she realized they were heading out of the city, she quickly asked, “Brother Song Chu, where are we going?”

“The docks.”

Haishi was a coastal city with several ports leading to the sea.

Qi Jinyou believed him and asked, “What are we doing at the docks at this hour?”

Song Chu’s lips curved into a smile. “A ship to Myanmar leaves in thirty minutes.”

Realizing she had been tricked, she nearly reached out to hit him.

The car soon arrived at a secluded location, slowing down. She looked around—this place was vast and empty, with no tall buildings in sight. In the distance, there was only a row of blurry silhouettes resembling stands.

Coming here at this hour didn’t seem any better than going to Myanmar.

The Bugatti stopped at a gated entrance. A few seconds later, the barrier lifted, and the car drove in.

As they entered, the surrounding lights flicked on, illuminating the entire area as if it were daytime.

Having worked at a supercar club before, Qi Jinyou immediately recognized the place. It was a racetrack.

This one was much bigger than the track she had seen at the club. The car stopped on a long straight road—visually, it seemed to stretch for nearly two kilometers.

“What are we doing here?” Qi Jinyou asked.

Song Chu replied, “Get out of the car first.”

She followed him out, already guessing what he had planned.

“Why come at this hour? There’s no one here.”

“If you’re sneaking onto someone’s track, of course, you come when no one’s around.”

Qi Jinyou wasn’t sure whether to believe him.

Song Chu retrieved two helmets from the front of the car, holding the smaller one in his hand as he approached her.

She reached out to take it, but he pulled her hand away. “Listen to the professional.”

After securing his own helmet, he said, “Get in. I’ll let you experience speed and excitement.”

Qi Jinyou had seen the intensity of supercar races before, so she hesitated.

But only for a few seconds. A rush of desire surged through her—tonight, she wanted to do something crazy.

She got in, though she was still a little nervous.

Noticing her stiff posture, Song Chu chuckled. “Did you buy accident insurance?”

Qi Jinyou instinctively shook her head, then realized he was teasing her and shot back, “Can I still buy one now?”

“Too late.”

The car started. After moving about twenty meters, it began to accelerate.

The fastest vehicle Qi Jinyou had ever ridden before was a high-speed train. But the controlled speed of a train was nothing like the raw acceleration of a race car.

The roadside lights blurred past, leaving no afterimage. Qi Jinyou pressed herself against the seat, trying to keep steady.

They had started in the middle of the straight road. After about a minute, the car entered a series of sharp turns, slowing down slightly.

But not by much.

She glanced at the man beside her—his eyes, hidden beneath the helmet, were locked forward, deep and focused.

He maintained a steady speed through several tight curves.

Qi Jinyou’s body swayed with the turns.

Seven or eight minutes later, they re-entered the straightaway.

The car surged forward with a sudden burst of speed.

Qi Jinyou felt as if the wind was rushing directly into her ears, though she knew it was just an illusion.

She glanced at the speedometer—the needle had passed 300 km/h.

In that moment, speed became tangible. The streetlights ahead blended into a streak of light, and the Bugatti seemed to be racing through a dreamlike world.

Her heart pounded in her chest. Instinctively, she reached out for support and quickly grabbed onto something.

The car accelerated even more. Qi Jinyou was so scared she wanted to close her eyes.

“Don’t close them,” Song Chu ordered.

She was surprised that, despite his focus on driving, he still noticed her actions.

She obeyed, keeping her eyes wide open, but her grip on the support tightened.

In the rush of wind and shifting lights, the frustration she had been carrying was pulled from her body, shattered into dust, and disappeared.

A sharp screech of brakes filled the air as the car came to a stop.

Qi Jinyou’s heart settled back into place. She tried to withdraw her hand.

It wouldn’t budge. She looked down—her hand was clasped with Song Chu’s.

When she had reached out for support earlier, she had grabbed his hand instead.

Song Chu glanced over and casually remarked, “You hold on pretty skillfully.”

Flustered, Qi Jinyou quickly pulled her hand away. This time, he didn’t stop her.

“I didn’t see properly,” she mumbled in explanation.

Earlier, she had been too scared to notice what she was holding—she had just grabbed onto something that made her feel safe.

Song Chu teased, “If you could hold so accurately without looking, what would happen if you actually looked?”